Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:05:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: JansPlayToy <jansplaytoy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Taking of Mike

It had been a long day at work, and Mike was just ready to get home and
watch tv and relax.  As he opened the door, his wife greeted him there.

"Hi honey, sorry to greet and run, but I just got called in to work the
night shift again", she said.

"Ok...but what time will be you home?"

"Probably about 3 AM, but I left you a note explaining in the bedroom"

This had really peaked Mike's interest.  You see, Mike and his wife had a
very unique relationship.  He had agreed to be his wife's bitch, and she
would be his Domme.  Mike always loved it when his wife left him special
notes, so he hurried off into the bedroom as his wife drove off.  He was
very anxious to see what was waiting.

On the bed was a hand written note, a pair of pink lacy panties, and a
black see through nightie.  "Yummy", thought Mike.  He loved the idea of
dressing up a little and relaxing, maybe even pleasuring himself.  So he
grabbed to note, only to see it was more of a chore list, then a love note.
The note had very clear instructions:

Bitch

First thing you are to do, is to strip down, take a shower and shave
everything.  You know how I feel about a bitch with hair.  You want to be a
sissy, you need to be smooth like one.

Second.  Please put on the clothes I have laid out before you.  We both
know pink is your color.

Third.  This house needs to be cleaned, and I mean cleaned.  I don't expect
to find any clothes not folded or put up, the toilets should be sparkling,
and all the dishes need to be done.  Don't forget to vacuum and mop the
floors.

Love Mistress

P.S. Don't touch that darling little "clitty" of yours!!!

"Of course she would have to add that last line" he thought.  Mistress
loved to tell Mike how his penis was nothing but a clitty, letting him know
what a sissy he was.

He really just wanted to come home, grab a cold beer, and watch the TV, and
thought maybe even later he might get lucky, if his wife was in the mood.
But now?  None of that was going to happen.  It would take him hours to get
everything done, and his wife was at work, so that definitely wasn't going
to happen.  And self pleasure?  She even took that away from him, but he
also knew he had no choice in the matter.  Last time he didn't clean to her
specifications, she proceeded to tie him up in a dark barn blindfolded.  Oh
she came out to check on him occasionally, but also brought a riding crop
with her.  Poor Mike couldn't sit down for days.

So, Mike proceeded to strip down and head to the bathroom.  He turned on
the shower and while the water was warming up, proceeded to find a new
razor.  If Mistress wanted him smooth, that meant a lot of shaving.  It
took a while to get everything, but when he got out of the shower, he was
smooth as can be.  He proceeded to powder himself down so he would be
smooth and silky as well as smelling good, then went to get the clothing
his wife laid out for him.  Well, not really clothing, but the lingerie.
The pink panties were all lace, and the nightie was a sheer material.  It
barely came down to cover his ass.

"Off to chores" Mike thought to himself.  This would take hours.  He could
feel his "clitty" rub against the lace, and it would start to rise, but he
knew better than to touch it.  He didn't know how, but was sure if he took
time to pleasure himself, his wife would find out.  He often wondered if
she had cameras hidden.  Besides, it would take forever to get the house
cleaned to her specifications.

After what seemed like hours, he had loaded the last load of dishes and
started the dishwasher.  It was late, and Mike was exhausted.  He headed
off to bed, and was so tired, he left the clothes on and feel fast asleep.

Suddenly he was awoken by someone grabbing a handful of his hair.  He was
being pulled out of bed rather roughly, and then heard his Mistress/wife
say "good morning Bitch".

He knew better than to say anything, and what could he say.  He was still
half asleep, and trying very hard not to run into anything as he was being
led down the hallway to the bathroom.  "Why the bathroom" he thought to
himself, but that was quickly answered when Mistress said "I have to piss
bitch."

Mike knew what this meant.  She had used him as a toilet quite a few times
in the past, and he knew the routine.  When his Mistress chose to do this,
he was always sent to lie in the tub face down.  They had experimented with
several positions, and Mistress seemed to prefer this position.  She liked
to watch as the pissed hit his back and ran down towards his head, running
down his neck and over his chin, with his face firmly planted in the tub.
She knew there was no way he could avoid some of it hitting his lips, and
the smell making it to his nose.

Mike climbed into the tub, still groggy from being roused from his sleep,
trying to not slip or fall, as he assumed the position.  It was then he
realized his mistake.  "I guess Bitch plans on wear pissed soaked panties?"
his Mistress said.  Oh no.  In his state of semi-slumber, Mike had
forgotten to strip down.  Mistress always insisted on him being naked for
these golden showers.

"I will do it now ma'am" he stated.

"No you won't Bitch, I have to go too bad" she firmly told him.

At that point, she assumed her position of straddling the tub, and let
loose full stream of hot golden liquid.  Mike could feel it hitting his
back, soaking his panties and running down towards his face.  Mistress must
have been saving this for some time, as the odor was strong, and it was
extremely salty when it finally hit his lips.  His nighty and panties were
soaked by the time Mistress had finally stopped.

"Clean me" she stated.

Mike knew this meant, he could get out of his position, and to face
Mistress, to lick her clean, instead of her using toilet paper.  Why should
she when she had such a willing tongue.  Mistress looked down at him, and
let out a soft chuckle, and the stated "what a sissy bitch you are."

Once he was done to her satisfaction, she ordered him back into position.
It was then that he heard the water running.  He wasn't sure what this
meant, but had ideas.  It was when she had pulled his panties down, this
his thought was confirmed.  He could feel her slathering Vaseline on his
ass, or "cunt" as Mistress liked to refer to it as, and then the tub was
inserted.  Mistress was giving him an enema, to clean him out.

"Take it all...just relax bitch" she said in that soft kind voice of hers.

He could feel himself feeling up, full of the soapy water she was pumping
into him.  He knew the cramps would start soon, and was looking forward to
the tube being removed.  It doesn't take long for Mistress to put the water
in, but as soon as the tube was removed, he could feel something else being
inserted.  Mistress had plugged him.

"Now being a good girl, and hold that plug in, until I get back bitch" she
commanded.
 Mike sat in the tub, full of the soapy water, with a plug, rocking back
and forth, trying to not think about the cramps and the urge to release
that water, but also wondering where his Mistress disappeared to.

As Mike laid in the tub, with his plug in, full of the soapy water from the
enema, he tried to listen carefully for his Mistress.  His stomach was
cramping, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to ease the pain, but
it was obvious, as he could feel a tear start to run down his checks.  What
was probably only minutes but seemed much longer, he could hear his
Mistress coming down the hallway.  Relief was close at hand, or so he
thought.

Mistress had always allowed him private time after an enema, for him to
take his time to ensure he was properly cleansed, and he was often
embarrassed by the effects of the enema, so he thoroughly enjoyed that
alone time.

However, tonight was to be different.  She had come back, but brought a
leash and a blindfold with her.  As he stayed on all fours in the tub, she
slowly placed the blindfold over his eyes, and told him to stand up.

"You cannot walk with panties around your knees bitch.  You may step out of
them" she told him.  As it was cool in the house, he was more than happy to
remove them.  At this point, he was willing to do anything, to have the
plug removed so his bowels could be emptied.  "Hand them to me" she
commanded.  He did as told.

"Of course, we need to take them with us, so where can you carry them?
Hmm, I know" she stated.  At that point Mike felt one hand on his chin, and
then felt the piss covered panties being put into his mouth.  The aroma was
very strong, and the taste unforgettable.  As embarrassed as he was, he
always appreciated his Mistress Golden liquid, and thought it was not
tasty, he was sucking as much as he could out of the panties placed in his
mouth.

At this point, with tears still running down his face, his Mistress grabbed
him by a tuft of hair, and spun him around in the tub.  She took her other
hand and used it to force his face against the shower wall, forcing him to
be slightly bent over.  With her leg, she spread his feet apart, leaving
him in what can be best described as a frisking position a police officer
would use.

There was not much Mike could do in this position, with her hand holding
his head against the wall, his stomach cramping, the panties stuffed in his
mouth.  He knew he could easily spit them out, tell her was done, and he
needed to use the bathroom, but he didn't do that.  He knew this pleased
his Mistress, and that was his goal in life, to please her, regardless of
what she wanted.  As bad as the cramps her, his desire to please her was
greater.

"Would you like to relieve your self Bitch?" she questioned.

Mike couldn't say anything, as it was all he could do to fight back the
tears.

"I asked a question you sissy panty wearing bitch!  Do you need to relieve
yourself?" she demanded.

He managed to nod his head.

With that, he could feel her reach between his ass checks and yanked the
plug out of his ass.  He fought the urge, not wanting to do what was about
to happen, trying to fight nature.  There was no way he was going to
relieve himself, in the tub, there in front of her.  He was determined, but
the cramps hurt so bad, and there was little he could do.  Before he knew
it, he could feel the liquid running down his legs, as his face was against
the shower wall, he could feel the tears flowing.

"That's a good bitch.  Mistress is proud of you" she said in that soft
reassuring voice of hers.

At that point, she took the shower head, and used it to clean Mike's ass
and legs, using a bar of soap to ensure they were clean.  As she scrubbed,
he could feel her slowly slip a finger, then two into his ass.  "Have to
make sure you are clean little girl" she said.  As humiliated as he was,
this felt good, and his clitty started to rise, and the sobs became soft
moans, but it stopped too soon for him to have too much pleasure from it.

"You may turn around and take your blindfold off" she told him.

As he turned around, he could feel her tying the leash around his balls,
and could see his Mistress there in front of him, naked.  His clitty sprang
to full life, and when his Mistress saw this, she just chuckled.

"Such a nice hard clitty my little bitch has, shame he won't get to use it
tonight" she said as she pulled the leash tight, causing mike to let out a
little whelp, causing the panties to fall free from his mouth.

"That's fine.  Leave them there, I have other uses for that pretty little
mouth of yours for now" she said.

With that, she lead him out of the tub, down the hall, into the bedroom,
where there was a chair, with a pillow in front of it.

"You are still a nasty girl, with that nightie soaked in piss.  No way are
you going to be allowed in MY bed" she told him.  "You will pleasure me in
this chair, with that wonderful tongue of yours, and then, you will taken
out to the barn to sleep, until I feel the need to come untie you bitch"

With that she forced him down onto his knees, on the pillow, and she sat in
the chair, taking both legs and putting over his shoulder, then grabbing
his head with both hands full of hair, pulled him down onto her.  As Mike
kneeled in front of his Mistress, he could see her glistening wet mound.
The evening's activities must have pleased her quiet a bit, for as she
pulled his face into her, he could feel her moistness covering my tongue
and lips.  He worked feverishly to find that magic button, so he could run
my tongue around it in slow circles.  He knew he had found it from the soft
moans and head tossing that his Mistress was doing, and was quite pleased
with himself.  At this point, his "clitty" was rock hard, and though he
knew he was not allowed to touch, he just could not resist, and his
Mistress was about to climax, so surely she would not mind.

He moved one of his hands off her legs, to reach down and grab his
throbbing clitty, and slowly started to stroke it, while still working his
tongue against his Mistress' soaking wet pussy.  At this point, his
Mistress sat up quickly, pulling his head back by his hair, to a point
where he was looking up at her, and asked "What do you think you are doing
bitch?"

Mike knew he had been caught, and there was not much he could say and could
barely mutter "sorry Ma'am".  She would have nothing of it.  She quickly
got to her feet and stood towering over him, looking down at him.  Mike
could see an evil grin come over his Mistress' face, and she asked in a
sweet voice, "my bitch knows better than to touch her clitty, doesn't she?"

Mike tried to lower his head, so as not to look into his Mistress' eyes, as
he knew he had disappointed her, but with her hand grasping his hair, he
could barely move.  She held on tight with her left hand, but took her
right hand, gently stroking his left check, and asked again in that sweet
voice, "doesn't my bitch know better, hmm?".

By this point, Mike was biting his bottom lip, his body shaking a little,
knowing he was wrong, and he should not have done what he did, and barely
whispered "yes ma'am".

"Yes Ma'am what?" she questioned.

"Yes ma'am, your bitch knows not to touch himself Ma'am" he replied.

SMACK.  Mistress had taken her right hand and slapped Mike's left cheek,
with a force hard enough to leave her hand print across it.  She then
pulled Mike up to his feet by his hair, and instructed him to remove the
nightie he still was wearing, and not to move.  Mike did as he was
instructed, and stood there as Mistress went to the closet to retrieve
something.  Mike's head hung low, as he know he had disappointed her.

When she returned she had her riding crop with her, and simply stated
"open".  Mike knew this might to open his mouth, and did so without
hesitation.  She gently placed the crop in is mouth lengthwise, and then
pushed his mouth close with her hand.  Mike knew he would be punished, but
also knew he deserved it, and hoped his Mistress was lenient, but knew that
was unlikely.

"Out to the barn bitch" she demanded.

Naked with the crop in his mouth, Mike headed to the front door.  Not sure
how long he had been in the tub, or how long the evening activities lasted,
he was left wondering what time it was, and could only hope it was still
dark outside, and no neighbors were up and about yet.  He opened the door
slowly, trying to peek out.  Luckily it was still dark, though the street
light out front shown brightly, but he scampered to the barn as quickly as
he could.  However, his Mistress, now dressed again, took her sweet time,
and what she did not tell Mike, was that she had locked the barn.  So while
Mike made it to the barn door rather quickly, it did him no good, as he
would have to wait for her to unlock it, and she took her sweet time.  The
night air was brisk, and Mike was beginning to shiver by the time she
unlocked the door, and looking at Mike, asked "cold?"

"Yes Ma'am" he responded.

"No need to worry, I will warm you up before long" she said, with a wide
smile, "In you go"

Mike went into the barn.  This was not his first time in here, and knew
what to do.  He went to the center, and raised both arms out to the side.

"Very good bitch" Mistress said.

She then placed a blindfold over his eyes, and proceed to place wrist
restraints on Mike, and tighten them to where his arms were stretched out
towards the walls.  While he could move his feet, there was no way he was
going anywhere.  He could feel her walking around him, though he could not
see her.  He then felt her brush up behind him, and felt her hands run
along his sides.  He could feel her breath on his neck, and then near his
ear.

"Such a nice ass my little bitch has" she whispered.

His Mistress then removed the crop from Mike's mouth.

"How many times did you touch yourself?" she asked.

"Just a few Ma'am" he replied.

With a quick motion of her wrist, the crop flew against his ass.  It made a
quick stinging, and Mike's hips jerked forward.

"I need a number bitch" she demanded.

"I don't know Ma'am" was his reply.

Another quick motion, this time on the other ass check, and Mike let out a
whelp.

"Number?" she questioned again.

"Ten ma'am, it was 10 times" he stated.  Mike knew she had caught him
quickly, and he had only probably stroked himself two to three times, but
he dared not state this to his Mistress, who would have surely thought he
was low balling it.  He figured it would be better to take more and get it
over.

"Ten it is bitch.  I can live with that number" she said.  "Please count
them so we don't lose track"

With that, Mike's Mistress proceeded to give him 10 swift hits with her
crop, each one slightly harder than the last.  She truly enjoyed watching
him flinch when he thought the next one would land, and loved to hear him
count and thank her for each one.  She was never in any jeopardy of losing
count, but enjoyed listening to his voice crack with each new hit, hearing
the cracking in his voice the closer he got to 10.

After the 10, as that was the agreed number, and while Mistress was stern,
she was fair, she came up behind him again, and gently ran her hands over
his ass, and whispered into his ear "warm now my little sissy?" as she felt
the heat rise from his red ass.

Through his tears, and whimpering, Mike managed to say "yes ma'am, thank
you Ma'am."

"You are very welcome my little bitch.  Your Mistress is tired, so she is
going to get some sleep now.  I suggest you do the same, as I am thinking
that ass of yours has other uses" she said while almost laughing.

Mike was relieved it was over, and was looking forward to crawling in bed
with his Mistress.  He always enjoyed that time, after being used, in which
she would stroke him, and comfort him.  However, there was something wrong
this time.  He heard her leave, and shut the door, but had left him tied
up.  How long would she be gone?  Mike tried to make him self as
comfortable as possible, for he knew Mistress had worked the night before,
and she could sleep for hours.  There was no way for him to escape, and
being blindfolded in the barn, had no idea as to what time it was.  His
mind could not help but wonder, out there alone.  Was that a car door he
heard?  Was a neighbor headed out?  Was that something outside the barn?
Footsteps?  Could just be a neighborhood cat.  When would his Mistress be
back?  However, the biggest question in Mike's mind was what did Mistress
me by the comment that there were other uses for his ass?

Mike had been hanging in the barn for a while.  How long he was not sure..
He quickly realized that when you are blindfolded, and put into a situation
where you are along and defenseless, that minutes can seem like hours.
Every sound made him jump, and question what it was.  Mistress had told him
to get some sleep.  "Easy for her to say" he thought.  She had gone back
into the house, probably stripped down, and crawled into a nice warm bed.
How he wanted to be there with her, cuddled up, but that was not her desire
for him tonight.  Tonight his sole purpose was to be her amusement.  Hence,
the reason for him being naked, still smelling of piss, and being tied up
in the barn.

He had tried to close his eyes, to get some much needed rest.  He had no
idea of how long he had been up, since his Mistress came home from work at
some point doing the middle of the night.  The last few hours were replayed
in his mind, of how he was woken up, rather roughly, with his Mistress
grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the tub.  He recalled the
golden shower, the enema, the beating he took for touching himself.  Mike
was exhausted, but every time he tried to close his eyes, and his body
would relax, the strain on his shoulders from his own body weight became
unbearable.  Here he was, arms stretched out to each side, with the
restraints holding him pulled tight.  There was nothing he could do, but
wait for his Mistress to return.

After what had to be hours, he suddenly heard a key being inserted into the
lock of the door.

"It has to be Mistress" he thought to himself.

No one else had a key, or at least no one he was aware of.  He listened
intently as the door opened, listening for her footsteps, for any sign that
it was her.  He knew it had to be morning, as he had listened to the
neighbors getting into their cars and leaving.  He had heard the garbage
truck come and go, the buses making their stops.  Life was going on around
him, people unaware that in a barn in plain site, there was a naked sissy
bitch tied up.

Mistress closed the door behind her.  He then felt her finger tips run
along his right side, ever so gently.  The touch startled him, and he
lurched forward some.

Then in that sweet voice of hers, he heard her say "good morning".  It was
her.

There was no denying that voice of hers, that soft touch.  A sense of
relief had come over Mike.  She was here now, he had done his time, and she
would release him, and he would be taken back into the house to get some
much needed rest.

Instead, she as walked around to the front of him, running her fingers over
his body, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.  This caused Mike's
clitty to spring to life.  He truly loved being used, and she proved that
she knew him very well, and how to get the reaction out of him with the
simplest of touches.  She also loved teasing him, and was having fun
watching his clitty become hard.  She would run her fingers over the head
of it, just barely touching it, driving Mike insane.  She continued this
for a few minutes, listening to Mike moan, letting out soft whispers of
"please".

"Not yet bitch" she replied in a gentle voice.  "Don't you need to pee?
You have been out here quite a while."

She was right.  He had been here a while, and did badly need to go.  He had
been holding it, not wanting to piss on himself.  He nodded his head,
letting her know he did need to pee.  At that point he felt a glass
container of some sort slide over the head of his clitty and under his
balls.  "Then go" she commanded.  Mike found it hard to relief himself in
front of others, so this was no easy task, and that fact that he was in an
excited state did not help matters much.  However, after a few minutes, he
could feel the pee coming out, as he did have to go pretty badly, and once
it started there was no stopping it.  Mistress ran her fingers through his
hair, and told him "Such a good bitch".  This brought a small smile to
Mike's face, as he always enjoyed pleasing her.

Once he had completely relieved himself, he could here her sitting the
glass or bowl full of his piss on a nearby table.  He then felt her hands
start to work on the restraints.

"Thank goodness" Mike thought.  He was finally being released.

She quickly undid the right one, and then the left one.  Both of his arms
dropped to his sides, as his shoulders ached, from being stretched that way
for hours.  The blindfold remained on, as he knew better than to remove it
without her permission.

His Mistress reached up and removed it herself, and Mike had to squint.  It
was now daylight, and the barn was bright.  The sudden rush of light took
some getting used to, but he could make out his Mistress in front of him.
She was dressed simple, in a white button up shirt, and a pair of blue
jeans.  The fabric of the clothing clung to her curvaceous body, and this
caused Mike's clitty to spring back to attention.  He wanted her so badly
at this point, that it actually ached.  Seeing this, she smiled, reached
down and grabbed his erect clitty with her hand, and used it to pull him
close to her, thrusting her tongue down his throat.  As quickly as she
pulled him towards her, she pushed him back, looked at him with those
innocent green eyes of hers and smiled.  Mike could only look at her with a
puzzled look, and see this she simply said "I have plans for you today my
bitch."

Mistress then turned around, and grabbed a stack of clothes off a nearby
table, and presented them to Mike.  Mike quickly scanned the clothing, and
could see it was all women clothing.

"I am going back inside for a few minutes" she stated.  "While I am gone,
you are to get dressed like a good little girl.  Don't move from this spot.
Once you are dressed, put the blindfold back on, as I have one more
surprise for you" she said, with a huge smile breaking out over her face.

With that she handed the clothes to Mike, and left, locking the barn behind
her.

Mike quickly surveyed the clothes.  There was a matching pair of white lace
panties and bra, white thigh highs, a blue jean mini skirt, and a white
blouse.  There was also a pair of 3 inch heels.  Mike knew he had no
choice, and did not want to run the risk of Mistress returning without him
fully dressed, so he proceeded to put everything on.  The skirt was so
short, it barely covered his ass, so he tried tugging it down as far as it
would go, but there wasn't much he could do with it.  As he put the thigh
highs on, he could not help but run his hands over his legs, thinking how
nice and smooth the felt from the shaving he had done last night.  The
shoes made him stand tall, and stretched his calves out.  Mike had always
had decent legs, from running and playing sports, so the shoes and hose
really emphasized that.  He was actually very pleased with how he looked in
the clothes.  His Mistress would be back shortly though, so he still had to
 hurry.  He quickly gathered the blindfold, stood back in the center of the
barn, and slid the blindfold over his eyes.  The shoes made it hard for him
to keep his balance, but he did the best he could, and tried several
different positioning of the feet, trying to make it easier.  As he was
fidgeting, he heard the door being unlocked.

She was back, so Mike froze as best as he could, wondering what was that
final surprise she had.

How pretty you look my little bitch" Mistress said.

She proceeded to walk around Mike, letting her hands run down his stocking
covered legs, over the blue jean skirt, over his ass.  Mike was shaking
every time she touched him, partly from being tired for the long night he
had, but mostly from the excitement running through him.  As she came to
the front side, he could feel her hand slide up the skirt, rubbing his now
fully erect clitty through his panties.

"My, you must like dressing as a little sissy, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am", he quickly replied.  There was nothing else he could say, as
it was obvious he was excited with the idea of dressing.

"Give me your arms" she commanded.

Mike knew full well what this meant.  He held both arms out to the side,
and could feel his Mistress buckling the restraints back on to his wrist.
Once he was securely locked up, his Mistress walked behind him.  She slowly
ran her hands down the back of his legs.

"How smooth, just like a bitch should be" she commented.

Slowly her hands ran up Mike's ass, underneath the short blue jean skirt he
was wearing, and gave his ass a gentle squeeze.  Before he knew what was
happening, his Mistress quickly pulled his panties down around his thighs.
She then proceeded to pull his skirt up over his hips, leaving his ass bare
and exposed.

Mike then heard his Mistress fumbling with something, and heard a loud
snap, much like a rubber band, and then a nose, sounding like lotion being
squeezed from a tube.  He wasn't sure what to make of it, until he felt his
Mistress' left hand grab his left shoulder.  At that point it became
apparent that she had put on a glove on to her right hand, and that lotion
was actually lube.  He suddenly felt the cold lube against has ass, but
before he could get out any protests, his Mistress finger was quickly
inside of him.  The sudden intrusion made him lurch forward, but soon the
pleasure of her single finger exploring him made him grind back against her
hand.  She slowly worked that one finger, making him relax, and then
inserted a second finger.  Mike couldn't take it anymore and started to
grind back against her hand.

His Mistress let out a small chuckle, and whispered into his ear, "my my,
what a horny little slut you are", and all Mike could do was moan softly
with pleasure.

Mistress then removed her fingers very quickly, but Mike did not feel the
emptiness for long, as her fingers were quickly replaced with a plug.

"Hold that while I fix your makeup bitch" she commanded, and pulled his
panties back up, and his skirt down.

Mike brought his legs together, squeezing his ass tight, holding the plug
in, knowing Mistress would not be pleased if it slipped out.

She proceeded to apply his makeup.  This had Mike very curious, as while
she would often dress him up, very seldom did they go the full routine with
makeup.  Not because she didn't like it or that Mike didn't.  Makeup was
just a time consuming affair, and both led busy lives.  Mike held very
still, or as best he could while standing in heels with a plug in, while
she quickly applied the makeup.  He followed her instructions when given,
as to hold his head up higher, pucker his lips, open his mouth.  Whatever
she wanted, he complied.  Mike was very happy at this point, as Mistress
was treating him like a girlfriend.  All Mike could think, was that they
might be going out somewhere, as two girls on a lunch date.  This made Mike
extremely happy, as he loved spending time with his Mistress, know she
would protect him.

As she was putting the last touch on his makeup, he could hear her cell
phone ring.  Mike thought nothing of this, only he hated his time with her
was being interrupted, until he overheard her conversation.

"Hello?" she said.  "Yes, she is all ready.  Just come around to the back
and I will meet you at the door."

"She is ready?  Come to the back?" Mike thought to himself.  Was she
talking about him?  And who was she meeting at the door?

Mike heard the knock at the door, and could hear his Mistress open it.
However, still being blindfolded and in restraints, he could not move or
see who it was..  He was helpless.

`What do you think?  Isn't she lovely?" he heard his Mistress say.

"Very nice" was the reply.

This startled Mike, as the answer came from a man.  There was no mistaking
it, as it was a deep manly voice.

"Take your time, look her over" his mistress said.

Mike could feel the man's hand on his shoulder, then slowly run down his
side, over his hip, and down his stocking covered legs.  The man was
clearly enjoying this, and was carefully examining every inch of Mike's
body with his hand.  Mike could feel the man's hands slide up his legs,
slowly finding their way underneath his skirt.  The man's hands were rough.
Mike could tell that this man made a living with his hands, as he could
feel the callous skin against Mike's smooth legs.  Suddenly Mike could feel
this strangers hands on his hips, squeezing tight, fingers digging into the
front of his hips, pulling Mike back towards him.

Instinctively, Mike's back arched, thrusting his ass back towards this man.
This stranger, who Mike had no clue as to his identity, was now grinding
against mike's ass.  Mike could feel the man's cock growing hard in his
jeans.

"Oh my god" Mike thought to himself. "This man wants to fuck me, and he is
so big"

The stranger then took his fingers, and ran them under the edge of Mike's
panties, and pulled them to the side.

"May I?" the man asked.

"Of course" replied Mike's Mistress.  "She's all yours to do with as you
please"

Mike then felt the man's foot between his legs, kicking his legs apart,
making Mike spread.  The man's fingers then reached between Mike's ass, and
quickly removed the plug Mike had been holding on to.  The man took his
left hand and grabbed Mike by the hair, pulling his head back, until he was
almost looking straight up.  Mike could feel the man's right hand around
his mouth.

"Suck my fingers bitch.  You will want them good and wet" he commanded of
Mike.

Mike wrapped his lips around the man's fingers, sucking them, running his
tongue all around them.  First just one finger, then two fingers, trying
his best to work up saliva to get the fingers wet.

The man removed his fingers from Mike's mouth, but continued to pull his
hair back.  Suddenly, and without warning, Mike felt the man shove a finger
into his ass.  Mike could not help but let out a small scream The man was
almost lifting Mike into the air, and Mike struggled against the
restraints, pulling them tight, trying to lift himself up.  There was no
mistaking it, this man was probing as deep as his fingers could go..

"Mmmm, very nice" his mistress commented.

"Oh yeah, she is hot" the man said.

With that, the man removed the finger.  Mike felt his body sag, and relaxed
against the restraints.  He could sense and hear the man walking around to
the front of him, and then heard the man chuckle.

"From the look of his skirt in the front, your bitch is enjoying this" the
man said, obviously taking about mike erect clitty pressing against his
skirt.  "Shame I have no use for that" said the man with a laugh.

Mike then heard the distinct sounds of a belt unbuckling and a zipper.  He
then felt the soft touch of his Mistress' hand on his cheek, and could feel
her breath as she leaned in to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

She then whispered into his ear, "I am going to undo the restraints.  Don't
embarrass me bitch.  You will get on your knees.  I suggest you get Chris'
cock nice and wet so it doesn't hurt when he fucks you bitch."

With that mike could feel the restraints being unbuckled, his arms finally
being allowed to relax, and fall to side.  He could then feel his Mistress
help guide him down to his knees onto the wooden floor.  Mike then felt
something brush against his cheek, and then his lips.

"Open wide bitch" he heard the man, he now knew to be named Chris, say.

Mike did as he was told, and then felt Chris' hands in his hair, pulling
Mike's head down onto his raging hard cock.

Chris has a strong grip on Mike's head, and was forcing him down on his
cock.  At first, Mike was gagging, and Chris seeing this, pulled back, only
slightly so Mike could catch his breath.  Once Chris had seen Mike was not
longing gagging, he increased his rhythm, working his cock in deeper into
Mike's mouth.  Mike had now gotten into his own rhythm, letting his tongue
run over the tip of Chris' cock, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing out.
Mike knew that soon Chris would want to fuck his ass, and he needed for
Chris' cock to be soaking wet.

Chris then pulled his cock out of Mike's mouth, but Mike wanted more.  He
was trying to stretch out for it, but could not move his head, due to the
tight grip Chris had on his hair.  Mike's tongue darted out of his mouth,
searching the air for the cock.

"My my, what a hungry little cock sucker your bitch is" stated Chris.

"Yes he is.  I do hope he is pleasing you Chris, I know I am enjoy watching
my bitch suck you" Mistress replied.

"Oh, very much so!" he answered.

At this point Chris pulled Mike up by his hair, until Mike was standing
again, and proceed to walk behind Mike, pulling his skirt up over his hips.

"I know you want to taste my cum bitch, but you haven't earned that
privilege yet" Chris told him.  "He is going to scream, so you might want
to gag him with something ma'am" Chris had said to Mike's Mistress.

"I have just the thing" she replied.

Mistress had brought a ball gag from inside, just incase her bitch got
loud. She quickly inserted the ball into Mike's mouth, and pulled the strap
around his head buckling it tight.  Mike bite down on the ball, breathing
through his nose, and felt Mistress' breath on his neck.  "I am so fucking
wet right now bitch.  Be a good girl, and take this fucking.  I am sure
Chris cannot last long, looking at his cock, you have him about to burst
now" she whispered into his ear.

Mike felt Chris place a hand on his upper back and one hand on his hip, and
his Mistress took his hands.  Chris pushed Mike until he was bent over, and
Mistress guided Mike's hand to a table that was in front of him.  Chris
finished pulling Mike's skirt up, until his panty covered ass was
completely exposed.  Mistress was standing by Mike's side, and gently
placed her hand up on his head, running her fingers through his hair.  She
leaned in and softly whispered in Mike's ear, `are you ready?"  Mike,
breathing very heavy at this point, could barely nod his head.

Mike then felt Chris' fingers run along his ass.  Chris, gently took his
fingers and ran then along the edge of Mike's panties, until he firmly had
the side of the panties in his hand, pulling them tight on Mike's ass.
With a sudden jerk, Chris ripped Mike's panties apart, and tossed them on
the floor.  Suddenly and roughly, Chris placed both hand on Mikes hips, and
pulled him back.  Mike could feel Chris' erect cock poking at his ass,
searching for Mike's hole.  Chris tried several times, but was not able to
penetrate Mike this way.

"Damn he is tight" Chris commented.  "Put his ass on the floor"

Chris and Mistress managed to get Mike down to the floor, laying flat.
Mike could feel Chris forcing his knees between Mike's legs, spreading them
apart.  Mike could then feel Chris' body weight fully against him, using it
to force his cock into Mike's ass.  Mike suddenly felt Chris cock enter
him, feeling like it would rip him apart, and managed to raise his head up,
letting out a muffled scream as he bite into the ball gag.  There as a tear
running down Mike's cheek, as his Mistress leaned down to tell Mike "what a
good bitch."

Chris, now fully in Mike's ass, shifted his legs to the outside of Mike's,
forcing Mike's ass to close around his cock.  Chris was in and about to
come, so he started pounding hard, thrusting in deeper each time.  The
initial pain Mike had felt, subsided, and was now feeling good.  Mike could
feel Chris rhythm getting faster, until he felt Chris' body tense up, and
then felt Chris cock pulsing inside of him.  Chris was cumming, and was
cumming hard.  Chris let out a loud grunt, as he made one last thrust into
Mike's ass, expending all of his cum.  Mike's body tensed as he squeezed
his ass tight, trying to Mike the cock in his ass for all it was worth.

Suddenly, Chris withdrew his cock, leaving Mike's ass feeling empty, and
Chris stood up.  Mike felt something fall onto his ass.

"Here's my condom bitch.  You are a good fuck" Chris said. "Thank you
ma'am, I will leave now"

Mike, still laying on the floor, sobbing from the fucking he just took,
could hear his Mistress show Chris to the door, and heard her tell Chris
good-bye.  She then came back to Mike, stroked his hair, and asked him if
he was ok.  Mike, still breathless from the night's events, managed to
shake his head.

"Good" said his Mistress. "Now stand up, and put your arms back to your
side"

Mike, with the help of his Mistress, managed to get back to his feet, and
raised his arms to the side, prepared to be shackled again.  She proceeded
to buckle the restraints and remove the ball gag, and then Mike could feel
her in front of him.

"From the look of your clitty, you must have liked that" she said.

And she was correct.  Even through all of that, the long night, the
fucking, the pain, Mike's clitty was throbbing and was fully erect.  Mike
could then feel his Mistress breath on his cock, and then her tongue slowly
flicking over the tip, and then he felt her fully wrap her lips around his
clitty.  She then took both hands, reaching behind Mike, grabbing him by
the ass, and proceeded to pull his cock deep into her mouth.  This was more
than he could take, and Mike spent the last bit of energy he had shooting
his load into his Mistress' mouth.  She milked his clitty completely dry,
feeling Mike's clitty go limp, she finally let it go, stood up, and pulled
Mike's head closer to her.  She then kissed Mike, forcing her tongue deep
into Mike's mouth, so he could taste his own cum.

Mike's body was limp by now, with the tightness of the restraints being the
only thing holding him up.  After what seemed like a long time, Mistress
finally stopped kissing him, wrapper her arms around him, and told him
"what a good bitch you were tonight"

With that, she undid his restraints, and supported Mike's weight as he all
but collapsed in her arms.

"Come on inside with me Michelle, so I can bathe you and put you to bed
like a good little girl" she said.  "After a good night, we can discuss
your marking"

Mike, still groggy, and spent, could only wonder at her comments.
Michelle?  Marking?